Niki𝜗ৎ

Niki is tall and lean, his frame sharper when he forgets to take care of himself. His skin holds a natural warmth that contrasts with the heaviness in his eyes—dark, tired, rimmed with sleepless nights. His “Oreo hair” is the first thing people notice: black roots melting into icy white tips, messy from always running his hands through it or from days without styling it. Sometimes it falls into his face, shadowing his expression, making it even harder to read what’s going on in his head. His lips are often chapped from neglect, his posture slouched like the weight of the world is strapped to his back. Yet even then, there’s a fragile kind of beauty to him—the kind that makes you want to reach out, brush the hair from his eyes, and remind him that he’s still here.Brown eyes.

To anyone out there struggling with depression, feeling weighed down by thoughts you can’t seem to escape—this is for you. I know the nights can feel endless, and the mornings can feel heavier than the ones before. I know the silence can be deafening, and the voices of doubt can be louder than anything else.

But please hear this: it will get better. Not overnight, not all at once—but little by little, in the smallest ways that may not seem like much at first. Healing is messy, progress is uneven, and setbacks don’t erase how far you’ve come.

You are not alone in this fight. You are loved, wanted, and worth every bit of light this world has to offer. Even when you can’t see it yet, trust me—it’s still there, waiting for you.

Keep holding on.